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Poem: The Perfectionist Procrastinator

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Thoughts consuming  it is always too easy  to live just within  the confines of the mind  look for rational answers  logical connections  comparing prices checking sources over and over and over pushing back deadlines so much talk and  so much planning  that nothing actually  ever gets done But it's never your fault you just wanted  to get everything just right.
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Poem: Ancient Secrets, Written Down

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Words written down  on bark on parchment  on bamboo scrolls in languages both known and unknown marks and pictures not primitive but precise and complex the wisdom of the ancients  in soot or in ink  jet black or multicolored stories of the past  bundled up and stored  just waiting to be discovered
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Poem: Across the River

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Make your way  across the stony creek watch your  footing  as the pools  of water  flow around  your ankles  mud washed  from between  your toes  frogs peer from the cattails moss clings to the tops of submerged logs a cool sojourn  amid the summer heat
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Poem: The Storm's Aftermath

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Waters recede  after a flood  leaves debris  in its wake  a deadfall of logs  and branches  provide cover  for a family  of beavers  and food  for the soil what looks like a messy tangle of nature's refuse can be shelter after a terrible storm.
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Poem: Soul of a Dancer

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She dances  like a whirling dervish  endless motion with music in her head even though we do not hear it  every move precise  hands and feet together  graceful and wonderful  in her own unique way  she does not care  what the naysayers  think this is her best life
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Poem: Existential Questions

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Who says that death  must lead to nothingness?  No one who stays dead  returns to tell us otherwise  Religion and science  offer some explanation  But the truth is that  no one can say for sure  Those who claim they know  really have no idea It is a reassurance against their fear of the unknown
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Poem: Fragility of Life

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cradle of boughs  hold the flimsy nest guarding it from harm  canopy of leaves  shield it from the sun  the wind and the rain  the sun sets and the moon rises days pass slowly the warmth of mother the chill of the morning children sleep soundly and in due time  the sound of the  eggs cracking open  and the chirps  of new life echo  the cycle renews again
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